An age has passed, an era gone by
Since I have not slept
In chilly night under shade, with an ember light
paucity of heat slowly now crept.
Torn, dog-eared pages, turned yellow,
with smudgy-faded ink in blue.
Words I once wrote, now seemed remote,
Incredible life has a bluesy hue.
Fierce timber pole dropped on my back,
Beside it when once I paused.
Memory lost, forgot loved ones, thus,